The rising sun,

The sun shines through the long night,

Shanhaiguan has become a purgatory, with wailing everywhere and corpses everywhere.

"I didn't expect this night to be so long!"

The guardian general leaned against the wall, leaning on a long sword, his face was covered in blood, and his armor was already broken. Looking at the rising sun from the east, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, this smile makes people feel inexplicably sad. Those who don’t know what to do but thought it was defeated, but they only ended up being over for one night.

Last night was the most brutal one since the Oirat attack. The attacking side was crazy and the guarding side was exhausted!

The early morning was the most awake time for people, but now it was the most exhausting time for both sides to fight. Last night, the Oirat army, which had less than 400,000 left, pressed up on the entire line, bringing unprecedented oppression to Shanhaiguan.

Jia Li's three thousand-breaking camp left in Shanhaiguan was also lost at this time.

There were crooked corpses everywhere outside the vast pass, and small-scale hand-to-hand combat broke out on the city wall not far away, but at this moment, the soldiers on both sides had no sound of shouting.

Because they are too tired.

The whole day and night of attacks consumed all the energy in their bodies.

"Hey! It's time to end!"

A figure stepped on the sunset and came to the gate, and then the figure moved quickly on the boundless front.

After the figure, a scattered blood was brought.

In a blink of an eye, a figure came from the eastmost side of Shanhaiguan to the westmost side.

After dealing with these people, the figures rushed straight to the tent of the Wala.

"Are you waiting for the news of the sacrificial spirit or the news of breaking the barrier? But I can tell you that you can't wait for both of these news!"

Suddenly, a voice came into Mahamu's ears.

Mahamu stood up in shock, looked around, shouting loudly, "Who, get out!"

The tent was lifted up, and a figure walked in slowly, his white clothes dyed blood red. Who else could it be if it weren't for Jia Li!

"It's you!"

After seeing Jiali, Mahamu sat down again. Seeing his appearance, he was not worried about what Jiali would do to him.

"Yes, it's worthy of being the Khan of Oirat, but he's a little brave!"

"Has the great wizard failed?"

Mahamu asked a little disheartened.

Jia Li sighed quietly, "Whether success or failure! It will not affect the war in Shanhaiguan!"

Mahamu laughed, with a sense of desolation in his voice.

"Isn't it any effect? ​​I would rather not bring him here this time! That beast!"

"It seems that something is so amazing that you have to hold a grudge against that old dog!"

Jia Li seemed to have thought of something and asked thoughtfully.

"I wish I could kill him with my own hands!"

"It is said that you, the people who practice cultivation do not recognize each other's relatives, are cold-blooded and ruthless. I have never believed it. I didn't expect that old man from Saying Liang..."

Speaking of this, Mahamu suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

"He... he actually used the blood of the previous formation to sacrifice to my Oirat 100,000 Oirang. There was also the Nantong King's tribe he was from, and he did not let anyone go. If this were not the case, how could my Oirat's military formation have such a big mistake!"

"So there are irreparable mistakes in subsequent deployments. I am not convinced, I am not convinced!"

When Jia Li heard this, his eyes trembled slightly, and he said that the shield at that time was so strange. How could such a large range be arranged by a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage? You must know that Saint Shi Liang had never used a spirit stone at that time.

It turned out that the black aura that was filled with at that time came from here. Now I think that the black aura should be the evil aura condensed by the resentful spirit. However, he didn't expect that the priest Liang would not even let his own tribe go, which was really cruel.

"Since you can come to my big tent, I guess my son who attacked the city has already lost your hand! Since that's the case, I'm not going to be the one who is the one who doesn't want me, let's do it!"

Mahamu closed his eyes, looking like he was being killed.

At this moment, Jia Li suddenly asked a strange smell, his eyes flashed twice, and he asked, "Do you know Fairy Jinghuan?"

Mahamu looked quite unnatural when he heard this. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know you!"

Jia Li raised his eyes and felt speechless. He didn't recognize him. Do you need to show it so obviously? He had to have no silver here.

Jia Li narrowed his eyes and said, "I'll ask you and answer. If you are satisfied, I won't make things difficult for you!"

Mahamu said incrediblely: "Would you let me go?"

Jia Li smiled disdainfully, "You are not worthy of my rebellion, but a mortal, don't think so heavily. This world will not be destroyed if you leave it alone! The sun will still rise and set, and time will not flow backwards!"

"Besides, you are just a lonely man now, what other waves can you make?"

Mahamu was silent when he heard this.

"The first question, where have you ever met the Fairy Fairy of Jinghuan?"

Mahamu thought about it and said with no certainty: "It should be on the holy mountain, but what I saw at that time was not a real person, but the fairy asked me to dream of it, and I found the sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacr

"When did you meet Fairy Fairy Jinghuan?"

.........

Looking at Mahamu's back as he was leaving, Jia Li smiled coldly, "Ziming, what kind of expression would you look like when Mahamu saw that all the people he had sent back died in the middle of the road?"

"I think I should have vomited three liters of blood again!"

In an oasis thirty miles away, Mahamu saw the corpse on the ground and his pupils suddenly shrank.

He hurriedly ran over to check, one, two, three, and as more and more people checked, his face became increasingly ugly.

This is the warrior he sent back to the grassland in advance, this is the fire he left for the Oirat, and a way out for his descendants.

"Ah~~~~~! Jia Wushang, I must tear you into pieces, pieces of corpses!"

Mahamu saw his son by the water and could no longer roar, his eyes turned red due to congestion.

"Wow!"

Mahamu vomited two mouthfuls of blood in a row, and one of his face turned white, like a dead face.

He knew that Jia Li would not let him go so easily. At this moment, he had become a lonely man. When he set out to fight, he was the only one when he returned.

"Zi Ming, what if you think Mahamu returns to the tribe and can't find anything?"

Ziming shivered, glanced at Jia Li, who was a little terrible, and said, "Maybe it's just back to that shitty immortal world!"

After a day and night of racing, when Mahamu came to his tribe and stumbled and got off the horse, he found that there was nothing here, and there was no one obo on the bare grass!

He shouted wildly, but without a trace of response. He sat on the ground. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, rode on a fast horse and headed straight for the holy mountain.

The tribe at the foot of the mountain also disappeared, and it was impossible to even see that the place was originally living in such a strange way, and the bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

Mahamu felt a stream of liquid surge in his chest, but he couldn't fall down yet, so he forced himself to hold it down because he hadn't seen that holy land yet!

When he tried his best to climb to the hillside, he saw the disappeared stone statues and scattered stones, and couldn't help but laugh.

Only the pain that could not be dissolved was left behind in the laughter, and that man actually destroyed the Ola tribe.

He sprayed his blood far away, and then his body slowly fell backwards, and his strength began to pull away from his body in a slight way. Just as he was dying, he suddenly saw three big words engraved on the holy mountain, with a hint of mockery on his lips. Jia Li had never planned to let him go from the beginning, but it was ridiculous that he thought it was him who was kind-hearted!

Looking at the three words, his consciousness began to blur, his lips and teeth moved slightly, and he thought it out, his voice as low as a mosquito, "Hu Bugui!"

A gust of cold wind blew away on the spot, taking away his last trace of body temperature. This hero who had dominated the Mobei for decades finally fell asleep here!
Chapter completed!